Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

Chapter 103: Hidden Camera

His hand landed on my leg, but I subtly adjusted my posture, causing his hand to slip away. But his eyes were now fixed on my chest.

He looked like a dog drooling over its meal.

"Is this your first time meeting a politician?" he asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Of course, that was a lie. If I told him I was friends with Haze, he might just faint.

"That explains it," he nodded. "Life as a politician is like this, Luna. We have to keep some things hidden. The media tends to dig too much, even into personal matters."

'Corrupt officials with shady, illegal dealings,' I mentally corrected him without breaking my fake admiration.

"I see," I said, feigning awe as I let my eyes wander the room.

I was scanning for anything unusual. I was looking for hidden cameras or CCTV systems.

I spotted them-two cameras, one near the TV and another in the kitchen, both aimed at the living area. I wasn't sure if Kesha had managed to hack into these, given how tight the security here seemed. If she hadn't, I'd have to convince the senator to turn them off.

"Are there cameras here?" I asked, pretending to be clueless as I pointed them out. "They're on," I added, noticing the red indicator lights.

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. This was his favorite bar, and Evangeline had said he often brought women here to satisfy his urges. Yet, the cameras were always on. Was he secretly recording his encounters?

"It's for my safety," he said impatiently, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer.

I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping

him. I wasn't in the mood to seduce him anymore.. Just the thought of him possibly recording his sexual escapades made me feel

the Colemans had him in their pocket-they

me?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest.

the clock ticking, I figured I'd agitate

"That's just for my safety, bitch," he growled. "I didn't know high-class escorts were so fussy about cameras. Most of the women I hire love

ever called me a high-class escort. "I'm not a high-class escort. I'm not even an escort." I leaned in close, bringing my lips near his ear. "If that's

I could feel his nails pressing

tried to assert dominance by refusing to turn off the

you. A famous politician... but

it gently, easing his tight grip on my chin before pointing to the two cameras I'd noticed earlier. "Turn that f. ucking thing off."

let someone else see me naked... screaming your name while you fuck

grabbed his remote, and pressed a button. The

camera remained. Did he think I wouldn't

off," he said, returning to his earlier position. "Shall we?

him to my neck. I let him have his way, biting back an eye-roll as he kissed me greedily, his lips desperate and unrelenting.

real Luna heard that, she'd probably gag and yank me by

imagining her scowling and throwing a tantrum made

when his

beneath my dress, I felt every inch of

out of my body. The pain